If you want to talk about shame and embarrassment, try being a 5 year old boy who is caught by his daycare worker sharing his first kiss with a boy named Lance underneath the hollow concrete turtle in the courtyard of the Garment Worker's Union preschool.

If the kids spontaneously kissed each other, that might be cute. (Though if I were the parent, I'd remember to later talk to my kid about kissing and what it means. And I wouldn't be high-fiving my son like, "Way to go with the conquest of that babe!")

Having some adult there leering at them with a camera, hoping they'll kiss each other is, to me, creepy.

It's creepy the way making tiny girls up to look like adult women is creepy.

That was cute, but you clearly see the personification of the shame and guilt in the voice of the woman telling the boy "Elliot, no more." We actually got to watch sexual repression of the innocent occur.